I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

chest tightened at the mention of him.

Hallie looked at the photograph for another moment.

Then she reached for my hand.

That day on the plane, my daughter had defended me when I felt too tired and broken to defend myself.

But she had done something else too.

She had reminded a stranger that cruelty becomes much harder to justify when you imagine someone continue reading …